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17 October 2006 @ 08:09 pm
(Obviously open only to Audrey-mun)

"A serial killer strikes in the heart of Los Angeles, abducts a little girl, and I'm a 100 feet away. I might as well be in Siberia."

That was how it started.

That had been followed by a pushy petite FBI agent arresting him, hauling him into the back of his own patrol car, and driving him to an undisclosed location.

They'd been at this two hours, and Janice? Janice was going to kill him.

But there was more to it. Matt wasn't entirely comfortable with there being more to it, but-

How did I find that kid?

He'd been asking himself that question tiredly in between biting his tongue and trying to proclaim his innocence. Two damn hours-

"...I don't know how else to explain it." Matt muttered, " I heard a little girl call for help. I saved her."
Current Mood: exhaustedexhausted
agent_hanson on October 18th, 2006 03:32 am (UTC)
The same pushy FBI agent had been watching him through the thick glass of the interrogation room, staring him down even though the officer was only aware of her partner. The other agent looked increasingly frustrated for the past two hours, and Audrey knew it would be her turn soon. Luckily her time was spent with exciting materials: finding out the back history on the officer who randomly walked into a scene and found a little girl hiding in a closet after finding a body that had it's brains exposed and... oh yeah, the mentioning of Sylar, which was underwraps to begin with.

Audrey hated being considered a joke, and this LAPD officer was going to suffer for making such a mockery. If he was involved, he'd be tossed in jail for as long as possible, whether or not his wife said otherwise.

The door opened and her partner came in, merely shaking her head to show that she got nothing from the interview. Audrey nodded and crossed the small room, entering the brightly lit holding area where Officer Parkman was being held.

If nothing else, she was going to try him for insanity. Stress induced. That would be the easiest thing for the judge to throw the book at him with.

After her eyes adjusted to the bright light, she crossed the room and stood diagonal to him, boring holes into him with her eyes.

After dragging it out for eternity, or as close as humanly possible, Audrey moved so she was in the officer's line of site. "You're full of shit." She spoke, clearly annoyed in her tone. Being the good cop was clearly her partner's job.
officer_parkman on October 18th, 2006 03:34 am (UTC)
Matt blinked. Change of scenery much? The redhead was at least polite-

"...Excuse me?"

Matt's own eyes went wide at her approach, "-What the hell is wrong with you? I'm telling the truth."

Except that he can't prove it. funny thing that.

agent_hanson on October 18th, 2006 03:37 am (UTC)
Audrey's expression lacked amusement at his inquiry. Don't you mock my intelligence too, you sonovabitch. She was irritated, and unfortunately for Matt he was the closest thing in the vicinity.

"Yes, and I want to know how you know the truth. Nobody walks into a crime scene and randomly finds hidden children in walls and 'claims' to have heard them when we were there the whole time and heard no voices anywhere." She remarked bluntly.
officer_parkman on October 18th, 2006 03:42 am (UTC)
"-I don't have to." Matt snorted, "You're kind of doing enough of that for the both of us."

Okay. No more responding to stuff like that Matt. He frowns at her, putting his head into his hands, "-I don't know how else to explain it okay? I'm being as honest as I can be."
agent_hanson on October 18th, 2006 03:48 am (UTC)
Audrey "double takes" a moment, hesitating as she goes over in her mind what he just said. It didn't make sense what he had replied to, and rather confused the agent as... she was having a hard time figuring him out. Nuts? Perhaps. Subconsciously, what he had said bothered her, but she didn't dwell on it.

"You're honest about hearing voices." She stated smoothly, trying to catch him in a lie. She shifted slightly, moving one arm so that her fingers hooked around her chin, elbow still supported by the other arm which crossed her torso perpendicularly. Studying him. Watching him for any sign of lying. Of anything.

"Do these voices tell you to do anything else? Dress up like a clown, kill the president?"
officer_parkman on October 18th, 2006 03:50 am (UTC)

He knows he can't win this. Whatever he says will get him in more trouble.

"...It's not like that."

What is it like Matt?

Vague echoes. It's like a bad record player with alot of skips. It's like standing across a crowded room and hearing the voices bounce across the room.

When Matt was a kid, his mother saved up to let him go on the class washington DC trip. they visited the capital building and the "whispering" spot. Matt's classmates stood gleefully and whispered dirty jokes and the word "booger" while he heard them from across the floor.

"It's like they're..." he tilts his head, "It's like they're thoughts."

This isn't going to help his case is it?
agent_hanson on October 18th, 2006 03:57 am (UTC)
Audrey frowned, somehow even more than she was prior: her scowl merely shifting into a look of simple disapproval. This cop had to be insane. He had to be.

However, Audrey found her anger towards him slowly ebbing, being replaced with something more of morbid curiousity. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she still studied him.

There had to be a reason for this. There had to be a reason he knew of this whole thing: the LAPD was kept unaware because of the significant threat Sylar had been. It was underwraps immensely.

And.. Audrey found herself silently hoping that he was telling the truth. If he wasn't BSing her... then maybe, maybe the book that that geneticist wrote would actually have some truth to it. She reread it after first hearing about Sylar, marking off pages she thought were of particular interest, trying to find a pattern to anything he (if it was a male) was doing.

But, first things were first.

Recrossing her arms, Audrey tilted her head slightly to the side, remaining as straight as possible and yet showing slight amusement by the angle of her neck.

"What am I thinking?" She paused, feeling rather nervous as she asked that. She couldn't believe she was doing this.. "Right now."
officer_parkman on October 18th, 2006 03:59 am (UTC)
It would not be amiss to say that Matt's surprised.


He collects himself quickly however, "...I don't know...It doesn't-It doesn't work like that."
agent_hanson on October 18th, 2006 04:03 am (UTC)
Audrey bit back any sort of frustrated words that might come out of her mouth. His look of surprise was almost funny, and she couldn't help but think that everyone in her district would love to hear her talking to Officer Schizophrenic, asking him to read her thoughts.

They would definately enjoy this immensely..

"Well, then how does it work?" She replied, the hope fading once more. He was nuts. He was nuts and deserved to be fired and locked away somewhere.

Come on. Tell me something. I need this.. This could actually mean something major.. Maybe finally people could respect what I know and who I am..

The worries of her fellow agents had shifted into her thoughts, even though her face betrayed no signs of it.
officer_parkman on October 18th, 2006 04:08 am (UTC)
Matt snorts, "I can't control this, I-"

come on, tell me something.. people could respect me...know who I am-

"Nobody respects you." Matt said, surprised, "-I know what that's like."

Cops who called him a fixture. Lumping him in with the box of stale donuts that had been in front of the precinct testing area since the Regan administration.

He lowers his head, "...And this is going to make it worse for me. And for you, if you really think your colleagues will laugh at you."
agent_hanson on October 18th, 2006 04:13 am (UTC)
Audrey could have sworn her heart stopped, her icy expression threatening to crumble. Her eyes widened, and she stared at Matt now with an expression akin to shock.

The agent's brain froze for the moment as the blonde found it impossible for her to react to what just happened. Glancing over her shoulder, she looked back at the one way mirror, wondering exactly how much those sitting behind it over heard. She had dropped her voice so only Matt could hear, but still.. the room was full of acoustics, so they were probably calling the Loony Bin on her, too.

Turning back to Matt, she allowed a half smirk to pull one corner of her mouth upward. This was amusing... and she was getting an idea.

So... you can hear me? Might as well double check, although Audrey was definately sure now.
officer_parkman on October 18th, 2006 04:17 am (UTC)
This is too weird


He wanted to reach in and shake some sense into his brain. Today was turning out-Well-today had started out pretty shitty to begin with.


"...You're believing me now?" About damn time.

No. He had to give her to benefit of the doubt. If someone were sitting before him with the same story?

Nobody would be sitting before me. Beat cops didn't do interrogation.
agent_hanson on October 18th, 2006 04:22 am (UTC)
It was so hard for Audrey to hold back screaming. And laughing. And hugging the officer. It took so much restraint and composure for her to not dance around the room at that very moment.

Screw the others. If they didn't believe her, she didn't care. But this one definately wasn't going to just walk away from her, once those doors opened.

Allowing an eyebrow to raise, and trying oh so hard to not smile, she proposed her idea to him.

"Perhaps..." She trailed off, not wanting to say 'heck yeah' and giving the cop too much confidence. "How would you like to work for the FBI?"
officer_parkman on October 18th, 2006 04:25 am (UTC)
Matt stared at Audrey like she'd just asked him to Marry her at a comic book convention. Or grown wings, Or something else equally absurd.


He's really not aware how stupid he sounds.
agent_hanson on October 18th, 2006 04:30 am (UTC)
Audrey couldn't help it. Mixing in with his expression, the way he was looking at her like she was the one hearing voices, Audrey ended up smiling slightly. The break in emotional fascade was attempted to be hidden by her hand as it raised once more, and instead of resting on her chin tried to hide her mouth, but the 'damage' was done.

The agent wanted to laugh. Oh so hard to not want to...

"The FBI." She stated, as if that was the part of her suggestion that he misunderstood. "We could... use your help."
officer_parkman on October 18th, 2006 04:32 am (UTC)
What's funny? Matt is completely lost, but then again, give the guy a break. He's just discovered he's telepathic.

Or hearing people's thoughts.

"....Okay." This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, "-What would you-I mean-what would I do? What would you like me to do?"
agent_hanson on October 18th, 2006 04:38 am (UTC)
"We could use your help. Solving cases, finding missing persons, and so forth."

Audrey tried to think of other things to reel him in, but only one other thing came to mind.

"Oh, and... that girl that we..." She paused. "..that you found.. She still won't talk to us. You seem to be the only one who can communicate with her right now."
officer_parkman on October 18th, 2006 04:40 am (UTC)

Matt frowns at her, "-Can I get up? Where is she? Do I have to sign anything?"

he's jumping at the bit. Only slightly.
agent_hanson on October 18th, 2006 04:46 am (UTC)
Audrey glanced towards the mirror and motioned to it. A security officer, posed and waiting in the other room, entered, and upon request from Audrey, Matt was uncuffed.

He could either run now.. or he could follow her.

"Paperwork will come later, and don't worry: you'll have plenty of it." She stated, crossing the room to the door to the outside, and the rest of the building. "I can take you to her now, if you want."
officer_parkman on October 18th, 2006 04:52 am (UTC)
There was the door.

If this were some kind of trick I'd know

That was a scary thought. He didn't like thinking about things like that. He didn't want to know what they were planning. He wanted to react.

Stomache churning, he rose, "-Lead the way."
agent_hanson on October 18th, 2006 05:07 am (UTC)
New thread time
Audrey smirked again when he agreed to follow her, and nodding to the confused security guard the two were able to pass by unwatched. The agent wanted to ask Matt a few more questions, but mainly she was glad that he took her offer seriously.

Now, to see how he worked.

"What else do you know of 'Sylar'?" She inquired, her tone a lot lighter in tone than before as she began to lead him down a corridor, pulling out her ID to swipe for access to the protected area where the girl was being kept.
officer_parkman on October 18th, 2006 05:11 am (UTC)
"Nothing else except his name." Matt snorted, "I'm not that guy from DeadZone."

He hopes not, "-What'd this guy Sylar do?"

Besides take people's brains .Everything about that had felt horribly wrong.
agent_hanson on October 18th, 2006 05:28 am (UTC)
"Mass killings. Very violent, very graphic, and they seem to have no connection." Audrey pulled open the door and stepped inside, allowing it to swing open enough for Matt to come inside as well. The area they were in was of high security.

"The only link we have to him on the murders is the way the murders were performed. The skulls are typically removed, exposing the brain. Oh, and... there's usually this that turns up." Removing a photograph from her pocket, she handed it to Matt: on the polaroid was a shot of the weird looking symbol that appears to sorta resemble an f. "Every crime scene has had this. Serial killers tend to leave their signature behind, and we are quite confident this is Sylar's."
officer_parkman on October 24th, 2006 02:39 am (UTC)
"...That symbol..."

Matt blinks. It looks familiar, "...It was in the pool."

It unnerves him.
agent_hanson on October 24th, 2006 02:45 am (UTC)
"It seems to turn up at every scene, somewhere." Putting the picture away, she lead him down a hallway, mindfully observant of two agents talking in the area. "My partner doesn't see a connection, but I disagree. This symbol, the way the victims are murdered with simple objects, even the way the bodies are left. It has to be related to him."

Of course. Because my partner thinks I'm nuts.

Audrey realized that perhaps... she should learn to be more aware of what she was thinking. But how could she possibly do that?

There was an elevator at the end of the hallway, which would lead down to a private room where the girl was being held. It was very tragic that she endured that.. and the poor girl was definately in shock. However, that girl was the only witness she had that could possibly help her catch this Sylar freak.